Throughout the sunny days she was the life of the merry playmates who lived so near that they were always together. Polly and Rose she had played with at the shore in the Summer, and at the children's party that Mrs. Sherwood had given, she had met the boys and girls who had come from Avondale for that evening.
They had all liked the "little Sea Nymph," as they had called her, and now were glad to renew the acquaintance.
There was one small girl who, thus far, had shown no interest in Polly's guest, and that was Gwen Harcourt.
She had seen Sprite with Polly, and her playmates, but she had watched them from a distance.
From her own piazza she could look across to Sherwood Hall, and see the children at play.
In a few days she had tired of watching the merry friends, and she longed to join them. She had heard Lena Lindsey say that Sprite was charming.
Leslie Grafton, only the day before, had said that one reason why she enjoyed playing with Sprite was because she was so different from any girl that she knew.
What was this "difference" that Leslie spoke of?
Harry Grafton had declared that little Sprite was a trump.
"What's a trump?" said Gwen, as she sat swinging her feet, and looking up and down the avenue.